"You'll have to serve that stew,
Na-che. My nerves is just too upset. I gotta go off and sit down
somewhere."
"Don't you worry," whispered Na-che, "I'll give you a Navajo charm.
You can't drown if you wear it."
Jonas' black face grew less tense. "Honest, Na-che?"
Na-che nodded emphatically.
"Well," said Jonas, "I had a warming of my heart to you the minute I
laid eyes on you, up there at the Grand Canyon. Any woman as handsome
as you is, Na-che, is bound to be a comfort to a man in his hours of
trouble."
Again Na-che nodded and began to dish the stew, which came quite up to
Jonas' estimate of it. After supper, the big fire was replenished and
Mack produced a deck of cards.
"Who said draw-poker?" he inquired.
"Most any of our crowd will shout," said Agnew.
"Judge?" Mack looked at Enoch, who was sitting before the fire, arms
clasped about his knees.
Enoch pulled his pipe out of his mouth to answer. "No!" with a look of
repugnance that caused Milton to exclaim, "Got conscientious scruples
against cards, Judge?"
"Yes, but don't stop your game for me," replied Enoch, harshly. Then
his voice softened. "Miss Allen, the moon is shining, up on the
plateau. While these chaps play, will you take a walk with me?"
"I'd like to very much!" Diana spoke quickly.
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